|Innaya|
Soon the approaching footsteps were heard. The strides of Arjun were reluctant as if he was dragging his feet. His steps were measured, slow, and languid.
His hands held a white tray.
Thud!
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.
I counted those six glasses filled with green juice on the tray as he placed the tray on the coffee table. Well, he almost slammed it that caused glasses to shake, and some of the juice spilled.
My nose scrunched up at the disgusting smell and sight.
"Be careful, you brat. Don't think you can get away if you spill the juice. Even if you were to throw this up, there is enough in the kitchen to make up for it," Eshan's father sternly said.
"What is it?" I could not help but ask at the fallen expression on the faces of three people. Eshan's father seemed to be enjoying the whole situation.
